Moaning, she threw her head back. As she continued massaging her breasts, a drop of milk leaked from one nipple, then another.
I lunged up and licked her clean with a groan.
In response, her walls clenched around me. “Oh my God,” she said. “That was embarrassing. But also hot.”
It was hot. Hotter than I could handle. Lying back again, I found her clit and applied pressure with my thumb, and when her channel tightened further, I silently rejoiced. “How’s that, mama?”
She rewarded me with a long sigh.
“Good girl. Keep going,” I directed. “Ride me. I want to watch you come like this.”
Teeth gritted, staving off my release, I focused on the rhythm. I let her set the pace and rubbed gentle circles on her clit. Her breathing picked up, her breasts heaving, and more milk leaked from her nipples.
I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. So I lapped at one, then the other.
“Ah. Jasper,” she shouted, clenching around me. My girl enjoyed nipple play. The realization felt like winning the lottery.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Show me. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
On command, she shook and shuddered, squeezing the life out of me, making my control crumble.
“Yes,” she cried, grinding against my pubic bone. Every part of her trembled as she gave in and let go.
As she spasmed around me, I lost my battle and followed her into the abyss. My cock strained and twitched inside her, making me nearly black out from pleasure.
She collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating.
I wrapped my arms around her until our pulses slowed and our hearts pounded in time.
“That was…” She trailed off dreamily.
I rolled so she was pinned beneath me. “Fucking spectacular.” I eased out of her, taking a moment to relish the sight of her gorgeous pussy, pink and stretched and full of me.
As I headed to the bathroom to get her a washcloth, I couldn’t help but smile.
Tonight had been my every dream come true.
Chapter 24
Evie
We lay tangled up in my bed, burrowed under a pile of blankets, scrolling through the photos of Ruby, Paul, and Brooks in my camera roll.
“He’s beautiful,” I whispered. “Eight pounds. He looks so tiny. I barely remember Vincent being so small.”
He chuckled. “He’s a meatball now. I swear he’s bigger every day.”
“The kid never stops eating.”
Still naked, still recovering from what we’d just experienced, I couldn’t muster the energy to freak out or get anxious. Jasper made me feel safe, so my usual defense mechanisms had gone into hiding.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he murmured into my neck. “But what happened at the hospital? You came back… different.”
Sighing, I surveyed the ceiling, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. I was not at my most articulate after our romp.
“I had this moment,” I hedged, struggling to put into words the sensation, “where I realized just how much time I’d spent feeling guilty and punishing myself. Thinking I was a terrible mom and an irresponsible parent.”
“Evie—”
